“What are these? Victoria's Secret?” He asked, looking between my thighs at my black lace underwear. The corner of his mouth lifted as he reached down and allowed the tip of his index finger to make a lazy line in the middle of my underwear, brushing lightly on my clit.
“Do not fucking touch me,” I said, mortified at what he did, the way his finger tip traveled along the fabric, actually felt good. How could I enjoy being touched intimately by a man who was holding me against my will?
“You know what I think?” Buddha asked, then dipped into his pants pocket and pulled out a bandana. “I think you want me to touch you,” he said and finished his sentence with a smile.
“Fuck you,” I replied, hating that he was enjoying this.
“Yeah, and that’s what this is for. You need to learn to control your fucking mouth,” He held the bandana up, and before I knew what was happening, he wrapped it around theback of my neck, covering my mouth. Once again, I was bound by my wrists and gagged at my mouth. I narrowed my eyes to angry slits as I glared at the man on top of me.
“You’re on a ten-minute time out. I’m going to leave you in this room so you can think about how you can be better,” I looked at him, petrified as he got off me. This man was fucking insane; he was really about to leave me like this. I began mumbling from behind the gag. Buddha paid me no mind as he walked right out the door, locking it from the outside.
Buddha lied; he was not back in ten minutes. I was pretty sure an entire hour had gone by. I really needed to pee and brush my teeth. I felt tears running down my face as I thought about my situation. I swear on everything, I would never speak to Lewis again in my life. He was the reason I was in this predicament. I mean, what the fuck was he thinking? Stealing from fucking Italians who were a part of some organized Mafia. Shit, I thought stuff like that only happened in movies.
The sound of the door unlocking made me thankful. I already made a promise to myself that I would learn to bite my tongue. Buddha appeared, walking toward the bed he had left me on. He was fully dressed this time, in a long-sleeved white shirt and black dress pants. His hair was tied to the top of his head in his signature man bun. I guess the shows about Italian gangsters and the way they always dressed were true.
My tears, I could tell, did nothing to him. He was probably used to not only making women cry, but also making grown men cry. Hell, didn’t he make Lewis cry? I waited for his next move. Was he about to untie me? Or was he about to keep playing his little game?
“Come here,” he said as he forcefully pulled me upright, swinging my legs so that I could stand up. Pulling the cloth from my mouth, I remained silent while he cut the ties from my wrists.
“You need to be ready in less than ten minutes. We have to go to the main house for breakfast with my family,” I ignored the warmth of his closeness and the masculine scent of his cologne, which I could tell was expensive.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” I chose my words carefully, because what I really wanted to say was,you half-Italian asshole, you kidnapped me with just the clothing on my back.However, I knew that would get me nothing but being locked away for the rest of the day.
“While you were on time-out, I went over to my sister’s house. She does nothing but shop every fucking day. I got you a bunch of shit she never wore before,” I bit my tongue so the thought that came to mind wouldn’t pass my lips.
“Why you look like you got something to say, Dior?” Oh, he was enjoying this, judging from the smug, stupid look on his face.
“I don’t,” I lied, staring him directly in his eyes. He made a huffing noise as though he didn’t believe me.
“Go shower, I’ll leave the clothes on the bed. There are fresh towels in the bathroom,” He pointed at the door behind us. Saying nothing because I had a new plan in mind, I turned and walked toward the closed door. I felt Buddha’s eyes on me with every step I took.
Once in the privacy of the bathroom, I raced to the toilet so I could empty my bladder. I sighed in relief as I took in the layout of the room. The first thing I noticed was the window above the shower head. It was wide enough for me to squeeze through. It was the only window in the room and my only means of escape. All I needed was something to climb on top of, and I’d be free. I’d run as fast as I could away from this dreadful situation I was in.
I flushed the toilet as I got up. I pondered my escape plan. I would be on my best behavior all day, then tonight, somehow, I was about to make a run for it. That was the only thing onmy mind as I stood under the shower, enjoying the warm water. Come hell or high water, I needed to leave this house because there was nobody coming to save me.
“Jesus,” I mumbled softly as I looked at all the designer clothes laid out on the bed. Buddha’s sister must be a fashionista. Did she really willingly give him all of this for me? He probably bullied her into it. There were so many brand-name items to choose from.
Discarding the towel from around me, I tossed it on the bed and picked up a pair of pink lace underwear with the tag still attached. I slipped them on, along with the matching bra. Deciding on cute khaki colored shorts with a matching short-sleeved shirt. I shoved my arms into the shirt, knowing I'd chosen it because of the shorts. Buddha was still a man, and I needed to get good behavior points today for what I had planned tonight. So, looking cute and distracting him with a little skin should be easy. My mother would be so proud right now.
The door suddenly opened, and the man I was thinking about stepped inside just as I was putting my pants on.
“Didn’t I say ten minutes!” He barked at me while his eyes roamed over my half-clothed body.
“Yes, I’m sorry I stayed under the water a little longer than I should.” It pained me to apologize to this neanderthal, but I had to do what I must to stay in his good graces. Besides, I desperately needed that shower.
“Hurry up. Before we leave, before you meet the rest of my family. Let me lay down the ground rules. Rule number 1…” he held up his index finger as I buttoned my pants that were well above my knees. Buddha’s sister was probably a bit smaller because these shorts hugged my thighs like a mothafucka.
“...Shut the fuck up when you get to the main house. Rules 2, 3, 4, and 5. See rule number one.”
Oh, this nigga thought he was a comedian. I kept it together as I nodded my head in agreement.
“Shut the fuck up. I understand, Buddha,” I purposely said his name, knowing I’d never said it before. For a fleeting second, his expression changed, but that didn’t last long.
“Good, now let’s go,” I had no time to fix my hair. I slipped my sandals on my feet and followed the man who held my fate in his hands.
“Oh shit,” I dodged to the left when I saw Lotus galloping in my direction, as we walked to the front door.
“You really need to get over your fear of dogs.” Honestly, I had no clue where my fear of dogs originated from. I just knew I didn’t like those fuckers.
